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"When I left my office, at five o'clock, I took the St.-Germain train, and went to Vesinet, M. de Lagors's country seat, to carry him fifteen hundred francs which he had asked for; and, finding him not at home, I left it with his servant." "Did he tell you that M. de Lagors was going away?" "No, monsieur. I did not know that he had left Paris." "Where did you go when you left Vesinet?"
To most of the people present it was simply an amusing story, but to the count and Lagors and Madame Fauvel, who were among the listeners, it seemed something much more, for Lecoq dressed out his theory of the robbery in the trappings of romance. Just as he reached the climax of the story there was a cry, and Madame Fauvel almost fell fainting on the floor.
The moment that the Marquis of Clameran perceived that Raoul de Lagors was the only obstacle between him and Madeleine, he swore that the obstacle should soon be removed. That very day he took steps for the accomplishment of his purpose.
He found her sitting on a sofa in the large salon, engaged in an animated conversation with Madeleine. "Of course they are talking over the scene; but what has become of Lagors and De Clameran?" He soon saw them wandering among the groups scattered about the room, and eagerly asking questions. "I will bet my head these honorable gentlemen are trying to find out who I am.
The next morning he was in his office much earlier than usual. On this day he examined Mme. Gypsy, recalled Cavaillon, and sent again for M. Fauvel. For several days he displayed the same activity. Of all the witnesses summoned, only two failed to appear. One was the office-boy sent by Prosper to bring the money from the city bank; he was ill from a fall. The other was M. Raoul de Lagors.
It is Clameran, and not Lagors, whom Madeleine obeys." Prosper began to remonstrate. M. Verduret shrugged his shoulders. To convince Prosper he had only to utter one word: to tell him that three hours ago Clameran had announced his intended marriage with Madeleine; but he did not. "Clameran," he continued, "Clameran alone has Mme. Fauvel in his power.
The count and Lagors rushed up furiously to Lecoq. "Master Clown," said Lagors, "your tongue is too long." "Perhaps, my pretty boy," retorted Lecoq, "perhaps it is. But it is, I can assure you, not so long as my arm." "Who are you, M. le Clown?" the count exclaimed angrily. "I am," replied Lecoq, "the best friend your brother Gaston had. I was his counsellor.
M. Lecoq, armed with these facts, sought out Lagors. He arrived only in time to prevent a tragedy. Warned by an anonymous letter that his wife had pawned her diamonds for the benefit of Lagors, the banker came upon them when they were together in Lagor's rooms. Imagining the young man was his wife's lover, the banker drew a revolver and fired four times.
But, as to discovering any connection between this robbery and my play, that is another matter." M. de Clameran made no reply. A nudge from Lagors had calmed him as if by enchantment. He looked quietly at the clown, and seemed to regret having uttered the significant words forced from him by angry excitement. "Very well," he finally said in his usual haughty tone; "I must have been mistaken.
He chose to avenge his own injuries, to be alone the judge and executioner. He returned home more angry than ever; there he found the despatch answering the one which he had sent to St. Remy. It was as follows: "The Lagors are very poor, and there has never been any member of the family named Raoul. Mme. Lagors had no son, only two daughters." This information dashed his last hope.
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